How early is beginning?From when is there a soul?Do we discover living,Or somehow are we told?In sudden pain, in empty coldIn blinding light of dayWe're given breath and it takes our breath away

How cruel to unformed fancy,The way in which we comeOverwhelmed by feelingsAnd sudden loss of loveAnd what price dark confiningThe heart is to forgiveWhen all at once we're called upon to live

Then by giant hands we're takenFrom the shelter of the wombThat dreaded first horizonThe endless empty roomWhere communion is lost foreverWhen a heart first beats aloneStill it remembers no matter how it's grown

We grow, but grow apartWe live, but more aloneThe more to be, the more to seeTo cry aloud that we are freeTo hide the ancient fear of being alone

And now we live in darknessEmbracing spiteful holdsRefusing any answersFor no man can be toldThat delivery is delayedUntil at last we're made awareAnd first reach for loveTo find t'was always thereAlways there.